Of all the high school lab memories, there’s this one memory that stands above all the rest. It was in my second year of high school that we were instructed to dissect a frog. A=Each group had to bring a frog to dissect in class (and no, it wasn’t me who brought the frog ^^).

So it was on the day of the experiment, there we were in class, with all our lab equipment and coats, with the smell of ammonia hanging in the air. We had to use the ammonia to make the frog drowsy (I don’t know, just something to make it NOT move >.>) and I was holding the scalpel above the frog who was oblivious to its impending doom.

I started lowering the scalpel and at that moment I saw the image of a poor, poor frog that was about to leave this world. It was inevitable. I turned around and said, “I can’t do it! Someone else do it!” So I gave the scalpel to someone else and they did the unspeakable deed.

We did bury the frog afterwards and paid our respects to it after. It was the least we could after it enlightened us on the different parts of a frog’s anatomy.

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